After her meeting with one of Vol'jin's staff, Juli returned to Sanctuary Garrison and her office. Closing the door behind herself, she leaned back against it wearily. It had been a stressful interrogation, but she had made it through not only without being threatened with violence, but with her guild charter intact.
She'd kept no secrets when asked about the overtures Sanctuary had made toward Alliance guilds such as the Order of the Redblade, though nothing had even come of any of it yet. Surprisingly, the representative had all but dismissed those as being of concern. "Vol'jin has worked with the Alliance when it served the Horde," he told her. "As long as you do the same..." The threat had technically been unstated, and left at that.
There had been more to the interrogation, but it was that statement which had given her food for thought during the trip back to Draenor.
Those whose ill will was attracted by Sanctuary tended to focus on only one of its tenets. It was an important tenet, of course; though they all were, it did come first. Peace. The number of epithets she had heard directed at members of Sanctuary that included something about "hugging" probably outnumbered any others. Being reluctant to engage in violence was cause for suspicion in the eyes of some, and they thought that was all embracing peace meant.
Yet peace was ultimately the scion of justice. There could be no peace without justice. Those who condemned Sanctuary's tenets failed to understand that. They thought no further than simply being the strongest, than simply defeating the enemy, but the only way to ever stop making enemies was with justice. To be strong, but not cruel.
Justice was strength tempered by mercy and sacrifice. It was harder to be just than it was to simply prevail over another, and so much harder to grasp that truth if one had never known or seen evidence of its indelibility.
Juli knew all this, and knew well that there were some who did not understand it, and never could. But after the day she had just had, which hasn't turned out nearly as bad as she had expected, she was realizing something else.
Whoever had posted those broadsides had seen any compromise with the Alliance as inherently condemnable. Vol'jin did not. Those broadsides would have had her hanged if Garrosh was still in power; but that era was well and truly over. And that way of thinking had had its chance.
If Sanctuary ever had a time, it was now. Now, when the Horde was still recovering from the consequences of Garrosh's warmongering. Now, when Thrall had recognized Vol'jin as a leader worthy of the Horde.
These thoughts would be forefront in her mind for the days to come.